A Perfect Mistake
"Mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he was
building some crates for the clothes his church was sending to an
orphanage in China.
"On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find his glasses,
but they were gone. When he mentally replayed his earlier actions, he
realized what happened. The glasses had slipped out of his pocket
unnoticed and fallen into one of the crates, which he had nailed shut.His brand new glasses were heading for China!
"The Great Depression was at its height and Grandpa had six children. He had spent $20 for those glasses that very morning. He was upset by the thought of having to buy another pair. "It's not fair," he told God as he drove home in frustration. I've been very faithful in giving of my time and money to your work, and now this.'
"Several months later, the director of the orphanage was on furlough in the United States. He wanted to visit all the churches that supported him in China, so he came to speak one Sunday at my grandfather's small church in Chicago. The missionary began by thanking the people for their faithfulness in supporting the orphanage. "'But most of all, ' he said, 'I must thank you for the glasses you sent last year. You see, the Communists had just swept through the orphanage, destroying everything, including my glasses. I was desperate. Even if I had the money, there was simply no way of replacing those glasses. Along with not being able to see well, I experienced headaches every day, so my coworkers and I were
much in prayer about this. Then your crates arrived. When my staff
removed the covers, they found a pair of glasses lying on top.'
"Mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he was
building some crates for the clothes his church was sending to an
orphanage in China.
"On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find his glasses,
but they were gone. When he mentally replayed his earlier actions, he
realized what happened. The glasses had slipped out of his pocket
unnoticed and fallen into one of the crates, which he had nailed shut.His brand new glasses were heading for China!
"The Great Depression was at its height and Grandpa had six children. He had spent $20 for those glasses that very morning. He was upset by the thought of having to buy another pair. "It's not fair," he told God as he drove home in frustration. I've been very faithful in giving of my time and money to your work, and now this.'
"Several months later, the director of the orphanage was on furlough in the United States. He wanted to visit all the churches that supported him in China, so he came to speak one Sunday at my grandfather's small church in Chicago. The missionary began by thanking the people for their faithfulness in supporting the orphanage. "'But most of all, ' he said, 'I must thank you for the glasses you sent last year. You see, the Communists had just swept through the orphanage, destroying everything, including my glasses. I was desperate. Even if I had the money, there was simply no way of replacing those glasses. Along with not being able to see well, I experienced headaches every day, so my coworkers and I were
much in prayer about this. Then your crates arrived. When my staff
removed the covers, they found a pair of glasses lying on top.'